Others become heavenly masters by virtue of their ancestral teachings and righteousness.
I, Xu Qingke, rely on my sharp tongue and a book called "Actor's Self-cultivation".
In the world of metaphysics, I am a "Taoist scum" that everyone shouts and beats, a walking stickman, and a mobile fraudster.
I have no choice but to set up a stall under the overpass. If I'm not cheating, is it because I'm drinking the northwest wind?
I thought my life would go on like this, until I took on the job of "exorcising ghosts in a mansion."
Good guy, this collision is real!
When the ferocious-looking ghost rushed towards me, I was so anxious that I took out a labor contract from the underworld: "Brother Ghost, don't do anything yet! Look at these five insurances and one housing fund, paid annual leave, performance commission... Think about it?"
Li Gui was confused, his colleagues were dumbfounded, and even the real boss who passed by was so shocked that he almost lost his mind.
From then on, my path to becoming a Heavenly Master completely went astray.
Other heavenly masters: peach wood swords, yellow talismans, chanting spells to kill evil spirits!
Me: Xu Qingke, chasing ghosts all over the world with the contract: "If you don't sign the contract, you will be saved! Your ashes will be raised!"
Ghosts and monsters: "... Please, let us lose our souls!"
